attend the tale of sweeney todd...
Nov. 13th, 2005 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideToday was so utterly wonderful. So much so that I'm mildly terrified I'm going to get hit by a bus and die.
I hastily got dressed, and I was clearly feeling brave because I wore my orange Chairman Meow tee-shirt. I was running late when my dad called. He was very, very sweet. He offered me 10% for my down payment, which was incredibly generous and amazing, but I said no. I do think he and my mom have some money set aside for my brothers and myself that they dole out at times like this, but I'm doing okay. And they really need to save that money for my dad's retirement if he ever gives in to it.
I feel like the biggest, spoiledest brat ever sharing this, but he is going to buy the plasma tv for me. I have no idea when he decided this, but he has. It's a house-warming gift and it kind of blows me away, but he loves electronics and really wants to do this. I repeatedly tried to turn him down, but he was so very excited about it. So, um. Excuse me while I die of glee. Also, his standards are a lot higher than mine, so I'm going to end up with a much nicer tv. He was very cute and said I could pay for the speakers.
I met up with Jeff The Magnificent But Wounded. The poor baby was torqued from his mountain-climbing thing, but you know, was very manly and brave about the whole thing. I tried to keep my fussing to a minimum. We drove downtown and found the theatre fairly easy. The 5th Ave theatre is really beautiful. I'd never been there and it's just gorgeous. From their website, "The 5th Avenue Theatre's interior was modeled after China's Forbidden City, The Temple of Heaven and the Summer Palace."
This Sunday matinee was their last showing of Sweeney Todd, and the company did an outstanding job. I was so glad Jeff loved it. It's such an odd play in a world of Phantom of the Operas that I'm never sure if I'm a bit weird for loving it, but the audience clearly enjoyed it.
After the show, Jeff took me out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. This, if nothing else, is a testament to Jeff's friendship. He is so incredibly not a Cheesecake Factory guy. He is a small-out-of-the-way-Ethiopian-cafe type of guy. And while I love funky ethnic eateries, I like convenience and the Cheesecake Factory has a particularly huge nostalgic value for me. When my girlfriends and I were trapped in suburbia growing up, this was the best place in the universe. Sure, it's a little cookie-cutter, but I love it anyway. And Jeff went without complaint, even though he hated his eggplant sandwich (you did, sweetie; give it up) and lied through his dimples the entire night about it. Which I will always love him for. At least I know he enjoyed the Godiva cheesecake we split at the end of the night.
I took the long way home, just enjoying the end of the weekend. Okay, mainly because I knew I had a crapload of stuff to do at home and was feeling comfortably avoid-y.
I got home and called Sarah to shriek about the plasma tv. Jeff had said that my dad should just call Sarah directly and cut me out of the loop. Because while I like enjoying cool electronic things, I hate shopping for them. Too many choices, too many decisions. When I needed to buy a PDA, I told Sarah, "I need it to do these 5 things and cost this much. Go." And she sent me a short list because she loves this type of shiny. She is incredibly useful. She is the friend who coaxes me out of buying the crappy cheap model and spending a little bit more to get a higher quality product. So yay for her.
I'm dying of excitement, because Sarah's going to come with me during the final walk-through on Tuesday night. She still hasn't seen the condo (she was driving her folks to the airport during the open house). And we're bringing my digital camera, measuring tape, and graphing paper. *geeky squee* One of the entertaining and fundamentally different things about myself and Sarah is that I am purely driven by end results. I want to see the gleaming Pergo floor and walk on it. And that will get me through exhausting labor and scratched up hands. Sarah really digs the project itself, the end result is very secondary. I do think it's going to be fun. I can see us blaring fun music and tearing shit up. Party. I'm beginning to find out how useful my friends are. Jeff is very excited about learning how to tile. And I'm very excited about having new tile in the bathroom. You see how it follows? Also, Jeanne very excited to paint cabinetry. I hate that the holidays are going to be a roadblock for this. I figure I won't be able to paint until after Christmas. *impatient hopping* But I'd really like to have Phase 1 completed by New Year's eve. And barring not being able to afford shit (like the new closet doors), I think it's doable.
However, tonight I should focus on:
Laundry, cause oops that's gotten out of control
French, cause lesson tomorrow, merde
Packing a gym bag for tomorrow, cause Alexis
I hastily got dressed, and I was clearly feeling brave because I wore my orange Chairman Meow tee-shirt. I was running late when my dad called. He was very, very sweet. He offered me 10% for my down payment, which was incredibly generous and amazing, but I said no. I do think he and my mom have some money set aside for my brothers and myself that they dole out at times like this, but I'm doing okay. And they really need to save that money for my dad's retirement if he ever gives in to it.
I feel like the biggest, spoiledest brat ever sharing this, but he is going to buy the plasma tv for me. I have no idea when he decided this, but he has. It's a house-warming gift and it kind of blows me away, but he loves electronics and really wants to do this. I repeatedly tried to turn him down, but he was so very excited about it. So, um. Excuse me while I die of glee. Also, his standards are a lot higher than mine, so I'm going to end up with a much nicer tv. He was very cute and said I could pay for the speakers.
I met up with Jeff The Magnificent But Wounded. The poor baby was torqued from his mountain-climbing thing, but you know, was very manly and brave about the whole thing. I tried to keep my fussing to a minimum. We drove downtown and found the theatre fairly easy. The 5th Ave theatre is really beautiful. I'd never been there and it's just gorgeous. From their website, "The 5th Avenue Theatre's interior was modeled after China's Forbidden City, The Temple of Heaven and the Summer Palace."
This Sunday matinee was their last showing of Sweeney Todd, and the company did an outstanding job. I was so glad Jeff loved it. It's such an odd play in a world of Phantom of the Operas that I'm never sure if I'm a bit weird for loving it, but the audience clearly enjoyed it.
After the show, Jeff took me out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. This, if nothing else, is a testament to Jeff's friendship. He is so incredibly not a Cheesecake Factory guy. He is a small-out-of-the-way-Ethiopian-cafe type of guy. And while I love funky ethnic eateries, I like convenience and the Cheesecake Factory has a particularly huge nostalgic value for me. When my girlfriends and I were trapped in suburbia growing up, this was the best place in the universe. Sure, it's a little cookie-cutter, but I love it anyway. And Jeff went without complaint, even though he hated his eggplant sandwich (you did, sweetie; give it up) and lied through his dimples the entire night about it. Which I will always love him for. At least I know he enjoyed the Godiva cheesecake we split at the end of the night.
I took the long way home, just enjoying the end of the weekend. Okay, mainly because I knew I had a crapload of stuff to do at home and was feeling comfortably avoid-y.
I got home and called Sarah to shriek about the plasma tv. Jeff had said that my dad should just call Sarah directly and cut me out of the loop. Because while I like enjoying cool electronic things, I hate shopping for them. Too many choices, too many decisions. When I needed to buy a PDA, I told Sarah, "I need it to do these 5 things and cost this much. Go." And she sent me a short list because she loves this type of shiny. She is incredibly useful. She is the friend who coaxes me out of buying the crappy cheap model and spending a little bit more to get a higher quality product. So yay for her.
I'm dying of excitement, because Sarah's going to come with me during the final walk-through on Tuesday night. She still hasn't seen the condo (she was driving her folks to the airport during the open house). And we're bringing my digital camera, measuring tape, and graphing paper. *geeky squee* One of the entertaining and fundamentally different things about myself and Sarah is that I am purely driven by end results. I want to see the gleaming Pergo floor and walk on it. And that will get me through exhausting labor and scratched up hands. Sarah really digs the project itself, the end result is very secondary. I do think it's going to be fun. I can see us blaring fun music and tearing shit up. Party. I'm beginning to find out how useful my friends are. Jeff is very excited about learning how to tile. And I'm very excited about having new tile in the bathroom. You see how it follows? Also, Jeanne very excited to paint cabinetry. I hate that the holidays are going to be a roadblock for this. I figure I won't be able to paint until after Christmas. *impatient hopping* But I'd really like to have Phase 1 completed by New Year's eve. And barring not being able to afford shit (like the new closet doors), I think it's doable.
However, tonight I should focus on:
Laundry, cause oops that's gotten out of control
French, cause lesson tomorrow, merde
Packing a gym bag for tomorrow, cause Alexis
